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[summerschild]

[A tiny hiccup.]

What happens if you accidentally swallow... "toothpaste"?

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[summerschild]

[He nods bravely.]

I ate a frog, before. It was worse than the toothpaste.

[moonofmylife]

A frog? How brave of you. I think that would make me sick, after.

[summerschild]

It was alright. It wasn't slimy after Meera roasted it.

[moonofmylife]

Then I suppose that is good then.

[She smiles, wondering if it would frighten him to tell him the tale of how she ate a horse's heart.]

I ate something a bit worse than a frog, once. It was a lot bigger than one and probably just as slimy. It wasn't cooked. In my husband's culture, horses are sacred, but they are also used in rituals. I had to eat a horses' heart for such an occasion.

[Welp, hopefully that would at least impress him a little? He seems like a good child, at any rate.]

[summerschild]

[His eyes immediately go wide - he recognizes that description, from all the tales of foreign seas, and it sends a thrill through his chest.]

Is he Dothraki?

[moonofmylife]

Yes, he was.

[Was pained her to say, but it had been some time - years had passed since her Sun and Stars had left her to join the Great Stallion in the Night Lands. When the sun rose in the west and set in the east, when the seas ran dry and the mountains blow in the wind like leaves... she would see him again.]

He died, as many great warriors do eventually.

[summerschild]

Oh. I'm sorry.

[His voice goes solemn and full.]

My brother was a warrior, and my father. They died too.

[moonofmylife]

[Her own is filled with sadness, but there was a hint of something else - hope, perhaps. She hoped this boy's father and brother had died fighting, better than what she had done to Drogo.]

A warrior's greatest wish is to die fighting, or so I've learned. I am sure they were both brave, when the time came.

[Though if she knew this boy was speaking of Ned Stark and Robb Stark... well then that would just bring about a whole greater swell of pity. Both had been murdered by cowardly hands.]

It is never easy for those who are left behind, but we carry them with us, don't you think?

[If I look back, I am lost. She had told herself she wouldn't grieve for Drogo. Her people needed her and her dragons needed her. Already her tears had dried up from the grief she carried in her breast.]

[summerschild]

[He knows they didn't die in battle, but you don't have to be in a battle to be brave. You can die brave even if you're terrified, he thinks.]

... I remember them. I try to make them proud of me. Is that the same as carrying them?

[moonofmylife]

Yes, absolutely. I am sure that would be more than enough for them.

[She smiles a bit but realizes they have gone off topic.]

Has anyone else been able to help you with your dilemma - the toothpaste?